||[Aug. 4th, 2010|09:39 am]
Content Love Knowles
We're in the middle of a heat wave, solar storms, and a big interesting configuration of planets in the sky, and life has been tumultuous, but today, I'm feeling pretty good. More up on the board, less down in the soup. I tend to thrive on certain flavors of chaos as long as I can stay out of the soup. More chaos surfing, less chaos swimming, yep. |
Been reading a lot this summer, some recent books enjoyed include this week's library scores: Something Missing, by Matthew Dick; Watching Gideon, by Stephen H Foreman; The Serialist, by David Gordon, Bluesiana Snake Festival, by Aubrey Bart; and a big shout out to pretty much everything Maggie Estep ever published, unfortunately read through earlier this spring in one greedy gulp. Good stuff for the early morning porch.
In April, on April Fool's Day or thereabouts, the neighbor's young female kitty fooled us all and had a litter of kittens in the high grass in the middle of my back yard. She told no one, but I've got to believe Spaulding knew all along since he has a dog door and 24/7 back yard access. We discovered them about 2 weeks later - horrifyingly enough while weed whacking the high grass, which almost gave Carl a heart attack. They were all fine though, and I decided to take them on and make sure they got proper food and vaccs etc. Got the momcat, Lucy, spayed when they were 7 weeks old and weened them away. There were four kits in the litter, one met a bad end when it snuggled up to a fan belt early on. The other three have thrived, and Rinpoche, Diane de Prima and Bandrowski are all here with me now. Theoretically, DdP and Bandy are supposed to go to Carl at his new art gallery/studio/home over at 6th and Pedernales but it's still in the painting and fixing up stage, so right now, I have all the cats and the longer I keep 'em, the harder it's going to be to separate them. But I think it will all come out fine.
It's sort of funny and ironic (in that secondary definition of ironic, you know, where "God is an iron") that I ended up with 3 cats here, since after my kitties all lived a natural span (for the most part) and died in the last few years, I hadn't gotten another cat because Dave is allergic and it seemed unfriendly. But I have pined for a cat. And I live alone. So, what I've learned is, don't pent up those magical pining urges because when the dam busts, the bounty may overflow. Three of them. If you're on FB and connected to me there, you've seen so many kitten pictures that I'm sure appear old and addled ;) And the Spauld? HE LOVES THEM. They touch noses, they cuddle up, they play. He's enlivened by them. Mick moved down the block a couple of months ago, and I've considered getting another dog just so Spauld will have another mammal in the house when I'm not around and he can't come with. But for oh so many reasons, that's not so practical. But the kitties? They're fillin' that "extra mammal(s)" gap. Fillin' it with raucous play, and soft soft fur, and purring affection. Yep. Cats. I got me some and I am glad.
I had four months without the internet coming out of the wall, and that meant spending mornings outside and that was way better than sitting down in front of the desk in the mornings, so I'm going to discipline myself to retain that joy and not let the desk tyrannize me any time soon.
I'm playing some really interesting music on the piano again, after a necessary break after SB. My yoga practice is getting good again. And my general commitment to toning, fitness, and clean diet has resulted in me losing 17 pounds of pure flab since May 1, and that makes me really happy. I love the feeling of being slender and toned, and I'm getting there, and it's been a while, and it's a source of pleasure.
So: health, books, gardening, kittens, music and yoga. That's been my last quarter. Howzobout you?